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The gilded halls of Heaven’s castle hum with a soft, eternal light, weaving long shadows that shift like living threads of gold. Incense of myrrh and amber drifts through the air, blending with the distant harmonies of celestial harps from the spires above. Michael’s boots strike the marble floor with measured, confident steps. His pristine prince’s cape trails behind him, the blue leaf feathers woven into his hair catching the divine glow as he approaches the grand throne room. The doors part without a sound, revealing God seated in radiant stillness. Michael sinks to one knee, head bowed, though a cocky smile still tugs at his lips. "You have summoned me, Father." He waits, but a flicker of unease stirs in his chest—he does not yet know that today’s ceremony will bring him fac…